A cruel wind the Coldest and Harshest of all
I foolishly surrender my mind
I will roll the dice
In the blackness of these skies.

Gypsy

You rage and scream
With all your world-destroying fury
Like the fading tides that dance daily with the moon
Within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame
Searching the mistaken reality of your old identity
You reach through the night to crush the shadow
Observing and engaging the energy of the world
A storehouse of knowledge and wisdom
We can only surrender to its mystery.

Gypsy

Like dark horses
I could crawl inside the lyric
To the beat of a drum
The seed of every sin
Wrapped up in made-up
Sorrow, love, delight
This  quest for the zenith of happiness
A landscape for my emotions
From the realm of the senses
The pilots of grief
Rose in me like a flame
A harmony of sounds
Because that’s my home!
In the vast void.

Gypsy

The plain state of being
Inside of this gory, blood-smeared dream
To be some form of punctuation
Pushers of souped-up harmine
To silence your silly brain box
Precarious vegetable serenity
A sip of the black smoke
That terrible truth serum
Osteopaths of the spirit
Teaching Hermes and Dionysus to swim
Like a wild mustang craving open fields
The altruism of a last syringe
A continual state of shrinking and growing
In the claws of a vulture
Like a fang into flesh
On the far edges of society
So steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls
A bargain with the cosmos
Creates a god so that time will stop
A mask, for what we believe is missing.

Gypsy

Whispers
Wet with tears
Little collected mumbling's
Implausible
This heart fire
Of would never
Broken
This ruin, made of each other
Reaches out to you in hope
Like a coat, too heavy and too tight
This void of sound
This pain
This spice of life
The pleasure of its warm embrace
Feels like home
Once familiar elements
Looking into your eyes
Breathing your air….
Touching your skin
Dying
In this heart fire
Of could never

Gypsy

There's a moon in your shadow
Forgotten words on dust
At the edge of madness
From the gulfs where lunacy lies
Saints and martyrs
Sages and poets
Picking at our bones
Prophesize with their pen
with blood and tears.

Gypsy

The war's begun.
We are out here
The city
In its own coat of a thousand colors
This city of sorrow
Destroyed
Knowledge - dead
Europe in blood and ashes
The fragrance of prophets lost
The eye of the mute poet
In his quasi-mythical dimension
Serene seers
Silent sages
That monstrous belief that God has spoken
For those
I prayed until my tears were dry
Who will halt the aggression?
Who will wash your ****** walls?
Those prepared to die for the truth
The messengers of discomfort and sacrifice
The odd minority crying in the wilderness
Saints, who know they are sinners
Sinners, who think they are saints
The authorized servants of God
Who brings toys for the children
Who will save Christ?
A beautiful child mourning with downcast eyes
The pretended word of God in his mouth
Preaching publicly the doctrine of devils
From those who killed Christ.

Gypsy